Him and His (BoyxBoy)

The Rumour Has It

[JOHN P.O.V.]

Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock.

This class always seemed take forever. I only took P.E. because all the other football players did. Tick-Tock. Beep-Beep! 
A phone rang from somewhere in the classroom. Tony, captain of the squad, began chuckling. Beep-Beep. Beep-Beep. Another two phones began ringing. More chuckles.

"Boys!" Coach Potter yelled at the class which consisted of ten boys and one girl. "What's this disruption? Back in my day, we didn't have phones that we can carry about in our pockets."

The whole classroom was filled with mobile phones ringing from all directions and I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out and stared at the message on the screen.

DYLAN: OMG! ROCKY PATTERSON IS A FRKN HOMO!

My jaw fell and I raised my hand to ask to go to the toilet. Potter nodded his head and I slipped into the silent corridor. My footsteps echoed. I looked into classrooms. There were people of all races, sexualities and backgrounds. Laughing. Some were doubled over. Then I walked past the science class that Rocky was in. I saw him sat at his desk with his hand in his hands- i could see he was sobbing. I quickened my pace. I had to get out of here. The toilets were the next door of the left. My mind was racing. My heart was thumping. I opened the door and saw the blue filled room. Empty. I took a breath. I had forgotten how to breathe for a while. A tear formed at the corner of my eye and slowly trickled down my cheek. I knew a way to get out of this place. I pulled my phone from my pocket. Dialled the number and held it to my ear. 

Bring-Bring. Bring-Bringb

"Hello, Sebastian High School,"  The school receptionist said.

"Hey, there, it's Ethan Patterson- Rocky's father. I was just calling to ask that Rocky and John Quinn, be released from school immediately as there is a family emergency. If they could be released from class now, that would be helpful."

"I'll see what I can do, sir," She said. "I hope everything is okay. Goodbye, Mister Patterson."

I switched my phone off, wiped my tears away and walked back to class.

*

I waited. The bell was a few minutes away. Knock-knock.

"Hi, there, Mister Potter. I'd like to take John, please, bring your things, sweetheart."

I jumped from my seat and threw my coat and bag on as I left. She done the same thing with Rocky's class too. He, too, jumped from his seat. We left the school grounds and ran to the bus stop.

Rocky put his head on my shoulder and a soft tear ran down.

"I know," I said comfortingly. "What she done was mean."

"Who?" he said looking up.

"Dylan," I said. "She's the one who sent out the text."

He blinked. He had no idea.

"Why was everyone laughing at you in class?"  I asked, getting more worried.

"They were laughing at me because I got the lowest score in the last test," He said. "What text were you talking about,"

I slowly pulled out my phone and showed him.

His single tear grew into many. Just then the bus pulled up and he hurried on. I followed in quick pursuit.